Rough Edge by Landish Lauren

Author:Landish, Lauren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Brody

Erica is a mystical, magical witch.

It’s the only explanation.

Somehow, she managed to talk me into riding in her Mustang to the races. Yes, the one she got arrested for driving too fast just last night and the one she got out of the impound lot this afternoon. Also, the one that was not made for guys my size, which means I rode bitch, with my knees damn near tucked up under my chin like a toddler. And now, she’s holding court over a whole racetrack full of swinging dicks.

Somehow, not a one of them seems to give her any attention, though, which I totally don’t get. Oh, they talk to her, laugh with her, and when we arrived, several of the older guys gave her hugs that left her feet dangling a foot off the ground. But it all seems very platonic and community-like. She’s one of their own, and they’re protective of her, which is where the swinging dicks come in. They’re all competitive against each other, smack talking about car stuff that means jack shit to me but also eyeballing me like I’m trying to steal away with their girl.

Their Rix.

“What do you drive?” Jerry asks. The pot-bellied man introduced himself a second ago and instantly made me think of Papa Smurf because of his white beard and round face. The white ballcap on his bald head adds to the image.

“Ram dually,” I answer, knowing it’s not what he wants to hear. Or at least not all that he wants to hear.

“Shut your piehole, Jerry. He’s not a car guy, I’m giving ya that. So you and the lot of you can let that go now.” Erica starts out talking directly to Jerry, who looks slightly chagrined, but ends by addressing the whole crowd.

Another guy, this one a twenty-something guy with an honest-to-God mullet, calls out, “Never thought I’d see the day the great Rix Cole would settle down with a regular Joe. If he can’t talk engines, what do you even talk about?”

“His dick, Mike.”

I choke on my tongue. She didn’t just . . . but oh, yeah, she did.

A snicker goes through the crowd, but they seem to take her outburst in stride, like it’s a normal thing for her to say. Hell, maybe it is, I don’t know.

Erica’s eyes stay on Mike, but she talks over her shoulder. “Hey, Jerry, what’d Marlene say when you were trying to decide between the 305 and the 350?”

Jerry’s brows lock together. “Not a thing. She don’t care what I’m running. She only cares if we’ve got enough money to go on our summer cruise. Alaska this year.” Pride and excitement tinge his voice.

“Regular Joe, huh?” Erica’s conclusion works its way through the crowd slowly, each of them seeming to realize that their significant others don’t always share their enthusiasm for their hobby. Is it a hobby or an obsession? Both?

Erica claps. “Now that that’s settled, let’s do some racing. Who’s up first, Ed?”

And just like that, she’s the queen of the racetrack again and everyone moves toward their cars to do her bidding.

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